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impure_tale) wrote2011-11-03 12:01 pm
impure_tale) wrote2011-11-03 12:01 pm
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I preferred last Halloween, and I look forward to returning to the CES with Renate and not having to worry about cleaning ash out of my suits. I have the strong impression that more was going on than the garden variety holiday silliness, and I feel compelled to thank everyone involved in getting this ship back to normal -- not only the Admiral but everyone that made an effort to clear all of this putridness away, Wardens and Inmates alike.
I would also make an effort to more eloquently criticize those Inmates that accepted a 'deal' with the new Admiral if I had the knowledge and the will to do so. I have no idea what he offered you and have only secondhand information. The only course for me is to tell myself that you were all very desperate for whatever it was. Otherwise I would have to question the intelligence of any person that could look at the state of the Barge at that time and feel confident to seek any sort of reward from its engineer.
On that subject, I suppose it is now time to address the behavior of my Inmate, and at this point I will even go so far as to pray he has had the opportunity to learn what stitches are since his visit to the infirmary. A blade in the back is a terrible thing to endure, but what have we to fear when we're just as easily mended as a torn piece of cloth?
This may sound as though I am mocking your pain when really I am doing precisely that. You were going to kill me, as you recall, and I warned you about what would happen if I saw that wand drawn as a weapon. What's worse, you did it not because I was any particular threat to you, but because Madame Lestrange had made a deal with the false Admiral and you were hoping to reap some of the benefits after a bit of dogging on her part. You need to pick better friends, and not ones so beyond the control of their own emotions that they tend to dance about as though they need to urinate when they've been left idle for too long.
I do not condone the behavior of the individual that attacked you even though I must credit her with my lack of 'death toll'.
(and would ask that the keeper of the very young and very deadly little girl in question corral her and confiscate her weapons immediately)
Your punishment -- yes, you're still getting one -- comes in three parts. First, your magic will be reduced to a level that I feel is appropriate, given your recent behavior. Copping to pressures by your peers is schoolyard idiocy and your effectiveness with a wand will now reflect that. Second, for the next month, you will be rising at 4 am for custodial duties in the public lavatory, and I encourage everyone to enjoy seconds and thirds at dinner and dessert. Third, you will be joining the kitchen staff until further notice.
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From now on Lucius Malfoy's wand is to only have the capabilities of standard 'First Year' spellwork.
I would also make an effort to more eloquently criticize those Inmates that accepted a 'deal' with the new Admiral if I had the knowledge and the will to do so. I have no idea what he offered you and have only secondhand information. The only course for me is to tell myself that you were all very desperate for whatever it was. Otherwise I would have to question the intelligence of any person that could look at the state of the Barge at that time and feel confident to seek any sort of reward from its engineer.
On that subject, I suppose it is now time to address the behavior of my Inmate, and at this point I will even go so far as to pray he has had the opportunity to learn what stitches are since his visit to the infirmary. A blade in the back is a terrible thing to endure, but what have we to fear when we're just as easily mended as a torn piece of cloth?
This may sound as though I am mocking your pain when really I am doing precisely that. You were going to kill me, as you recall, and I warned you about what would happen if I saw that wand drawn as a weapon. What's worse, you did it not because I was any particular threat to you, but because Madame Lestrange had made a deal with the false Admiral and you were hoping to reap some of the benefits after a bit of dogging on her part. You need to pick better friends, and not ones so beyond the control of their own emotions that they tend to dance about as though they need to urinate when they've been left idle for too long.
I do not condone the behavior of the individual that attacked you even though I must credit her with my lack of 'death toll'.
(and would ask that the keeper of the very young and very deadly little girl in question corral her and confiscate her weapons immediately)
Your punishment -- yes, you're still getting one -- comes in three parts. First, your magic will be reduced to a level that I feel is appropriate, given your recent behavior. Copping to pressures by your peers is schoolyard idiocy and your effectiveness with a wand will now reflect that. Second, for the next month, you will be rising at 4 am for custodial duties in the public lavatory, and I encourage everyone to enjoy seconds and thirds at dinner and dessert. Third, you will be joining the kitchen staff until further notice.
[Private to the Admiral]
From now on Lucius Malfoy's wand is to only have the capabilities of standard 'First Year' spellwork.
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He has attempted to broach the subjects of my politics, my time here as an inmate, and my...'questionable' decisions where personal relationships are concerned. I agreed to speak with him at a later time. I wrongly supposed he would remain calm and there would be no issue with simply laying the situation out for him.
However, in light of this new turn of events, I am reluctant to proceed until I have some word from you on the matter.
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I'm Lestrange's warden, what the hell happened?
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[ He feels a headache coming on even with the good drugs. Sigh. ]
I couldn't hail her when shit started going south, and made a call to try for the bridge. I was down in the engine room by the time the news circulated fully about inmates getting flipped. I sincerely apologize for endangering you through that decision.
[ John sounds irritated, but whether it's at Bellatrix or himself - well. He may be the ~savior of humanity~ but any good soldier knows they'd better make recompense for their fuckups. ]
Somebody intervened?
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Though I must say this whole incident has reminded me that I sort of missed my little public lectures. Damn your good behavior.
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[That... and Flagg didn't offer. Barron was disappointed.]